Quickly someone grab the pretzel dough the salt is flying everywhere and we need something to catch it in!

Someone sounds a bit salty huh? While Spartacus was alive, I did help on their side of the war. I sent people to shoot BGs like I was asked, I shared proers. My crew was far too new to have any real guns so excuse me for not sending my pea shooters out to go kill AliceLombardi. I was taking pros and I was in real danger of being killed. A few of my members were lost in the war as well before I decided to think on my own after Spartacus died.

I am not trying to save my life I am waiting to die now to be completely honest.

It's not about being salty. You came here to call someone you killed a prick. Someone who said nothing to you, especially after the prick move you pulled to kill him in the first place. You're a joke of a player, and a joke of a crewleader. You selfishly hopped into a war, and got your entire crew killed while they weren't even online. This war could have went either way from DAY 1. No one would have given a fuck about you hoppinh ship then, but you do it now and just make yourself look like a complete moron. Well lets be honest, that isn't far off the mark anyway.

Fair play to you (wanting to die) seems to be the excuse everyone uses when they go full retard.  

Of course it's not about being salty, you are very salty though, and it's extremely amusing for everyone else. As for her moves, care to prove she didn't do anything? Do you have access to her personals? And not turning until your city head dies sounds more like a loyalty thing than a cowardice thing, but please keep it coming because I'm planning to make some popcorn later and I like it extra salty.

So when Spartacus was alive and we had a much greater chance of wining ( not saying we have ANY chance of loosing) you were happy to have your members shoot at DT and Brooklyn but now that Spartacus is dead you join his enemies and blame us?

Even your crew member's didn't know what you were doing, messaging us if we need pro's and etc, and WE'RE the turn coats.

Seeing as you can't see what colors you're flying I suggest you need to get your eyes checked because you might be color blind.

Alright, everyone. TIME FOR A LITTLE MOTIVATIONAL TIME. Keeping the moral high!

Kill these turncoat bitches, FOR THE WATCH! 

Save us from a world where someone is proud of representing the name "Whoreable" and another who prefers showing pictures of her ass everywhere, over actual leading. We can live a life better than this trash. And honestly, none of them are fit to lead. I'd rather go without the "Window Licker Era" having played in after all this is said and done. 

For instance, people who can hold a speech for more than two paragraphs.

ZINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAA!

For the WATCH!

Right on Ramza! Just point me to the last mid-war speech from someone still fighting that was long and had high quality and I'll get behind you. We need real leaders with Game of Thrones names, obviously, and pictures of what appears to be a naked woman but in painting form like Duplicity!

We need people who can inspire us with speeches about how they're in a relationship with one of the other leaders! We need the inspiration of whoever the hell Madara is! or war time auths like Voodoo, The_Hitcher and Toberius! We need more Game of Thrones names!

Well... maybe none of these criticisms on any of these leaders are particularly valid because they don't really affect the quality of a leader... Or maybe we need people who we personally prefer based on our past experiences with them and their leadership styles, which could be either side for different people.

ZINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I didn't burn you but you didn't really burn anyone either so I'll copy your pointless Onomatopoeia!

For the Bagels and Cream Cheese becoming the new standard MR breakfast! 

I cannot believe this world has come to a bunch of whining little wimps that get pissy about losing a fight.

You all have known or been the school yard bully. Stop your yelping like a puppy and grow up.......you lost the edge and someone removed it for you.

Lol, agree to disagree. Auth because you are planning to attack/be attacked is the same as being authed mid war for me.

Sorry, I didn't realize we were going to talk complete and utter shit now. 

Oh I see we're supposed to pretend this just happened and there weren't any back room conversations shortly after The Bronx was taken out. My apologies Aleksandr, I wasn't privy to what we're supposed to pretend didn't happen that we all know happened.

Apology accepted.

Armada stumbles upon a rowdy crowd, shouting many confusing things. He hears YourNextWife saying Spartacus was a man, then that she was a woman. Having never personally looked up Spartacus' battle garb, Armada wasn't sure either way.

Shaking his head Armada hears someone calling out about some kind of game,  having no idea what they were talking about, another shout goes out about people being "offline", whatever that was supposed to mean.

Shrugging his shoulders, he decided he'd take a turn down OOC Avenue to see if there was anything interesting going on there.

I'm so glad we could come to terms and thank you for accepting my apology Aleksandr. You're a scholar and a gent, that you are.

Alfredo- tosses Armada a lollipop.

Here's a sucker for the sucker expecting top quality content mid-war. Cheers!

Alfredo- then starts to worry about if the man/woman/thing would be able to understand that randomly walking in front of a crowd just to shrug your shoulders was more of a tell than he expected. He probably wouldn't... and this thought made Alfredo- sad.

I love when people get on there high horse

Pika